A/N: I don't really know where it comes from, or where it goes. Probably nowhere. One-shot. Carter Hall and Morgana.
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville, or Merlin.
His soul is ageless, just like her own. He has no name or he has too many. She prefers Carter. It suits him. She runs her fingers on his face, marked from too much battles and merciless sun. His body is the one of a middle age man, when hers is forever young. Their bodies stay what they were, the first they were killed. They died so many times ever since.
The solace they found in each other is just an illusion, he'll be gone by morning. He can never be hers. She knows. He loves another one; forever. And so does she. But in this life Shereya is gone and Arthur sleeps. She needs his warmth, at least for a little while, and she nestled against him. He moves to pull her closer; a reflex, nothing more, he is sleeping. Lips brush her forehead, he is awake.
"Rest, Morgana. I'm not going anywhere."
Before sunrise